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In one fell swoop, he kisses me deeply and wraps me in his arms. I moan against him as he picks me up with ease before starting down the hall.
Chapter 19
Aurora
He deposits me onto his bed with surprising care, like I’m made of fragile crystals that might break beneath his touch. His bed is glorious. A massive field of silky sheets, the mattress so soft it’s like sinking into a cloud. I have a feeling I’m going to sleep very well tonight—once he’s done with me, of course.
Mikhail undresses me slowly, kissing every available inch of skin he exposes. First goes my shirt, then my jeans, until I’m lying on his bed in just my bra and panties. The bedding is cool against my skin, as though I’m floating on a refreshing spring of water. Mikhail’s body, in contrast, is a warm sunset. The heat of his skin and the hunger of his gaze makes my core overheat, wet excitement pooling between my legs.
His fingers comb through my hair as he helps me out of my bra, the delicate fabric tossed over his shoulder like a common inconvenience. Mikhail nips at my skin, sucking hard kisses against the crook of my neck, against my shoulders, working his way down to my breasts. I moan when he mouths at one of my nipples, pinching the other gently between his fingers.
The roughness of his hands does me in. I want to be covered by him, leave no part of my body unexplored. This sensation festering in my chest… It’s starting to feel an awful lot like obsession. It transcends need, transcends want. The more time I spend with him, the more I get to know him and he knows me, only serves to solidify this…bondwe share. It’s more than a casual liking, but it’s not quite love, either. It’s more than that.
It’strust. So new, but so unshakeable. He sees me in ways others don’t, just as I see him.
“Tell me what you want, birthday girl,” he murmurs against my belly. Mikhail’s hand wanders down to drag my panties off. They, too, are tossed somewhere over his shoulder and immediately forgotten to the floor. “Anything you want.”
I lick my lips. I want all sorts of things. Him deep inside me, his cock in my mouth, him pounding me from behind, while on top, and beneath me. Mikhail, a man who normally does whatever the hell he wants, waits. Patient. I realize he’s holding out for my answer.
“I want to undress you,” I say.
The smile he gives me sends sparks arcing up my spine. “Come here, then,” he replies.
I get up on my knees and shuffle to the edge of the bed where he stands, hands just to his side. He’s not going to lift a finger. I don’t mind. There’s great pleasure to be found in undressing him with my own two hands.
I start with his tie, pulling it loose before moving on to his buttons. I work slowly on purpose, exhilarated by his growing impatience. I can sense it in the way he tries to help. Every time he tries to make a move, I give him a kiss. On the corner of his mouth, on his cheek, on the tip of his nose.
“Hurry up,” he grumbles, sounding downright ravenous.
I giggle. “You said anything I want.”
“So you mean to torture me?”
“Drama queen,” I tease. I finally do away with his shirt, exposing his hard chest and chiseled abs. I can’t help but laugh a little.
“What’s so funny?”
“You sit behind a desk all day. How do you look this good?”
“A strict workout regimen first thing in the morning,” he explains. “I have my own gym.”
“You do?”
“Oh, yes. Along with a home theater, library, and swimming pool up on the roof.”
“I’m definitely taking you up on that tour you offered.”
Mikhail smirks. “Whatever you’d like.”
I nibble on my bottom lip as I slide my hands down his body, moving toward the eager tent in his pants. I undo his belt and pull down his zipper, helping him shift out of the remainder of his clothes. My mouth waters when his cock springs free, standing at full attention. The head of his cock is leaking at the tip, practically begging for release. I give him a mischievous glance before settling on my belly, my lips a hair away from his needy member.
He groans, low and deep, when I reach out to gently stroke his shaft. I kiss the head of his cock gingerly, my tongue flicking out to tease his slit.
Mikhail’s head falls back as he sighs. “Fuck.”
I tease him a while longer, drunk off the power he’s given me. I’m so used to seeing Mikhail in control, which only makes me want to unravel him further. Can I turn the tables? I wonder how far I can push him until he’s finally the one beggingme. His fingers fly to my hair when I wrap my lips around his cock, swirling my tongue to take in his taste.
“Holy shit,” he grunts. “Your mouth feels like Heaven.”
